Real Stories by Oluwagbemiga Olowosoyo

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Book review

And when we met a shepherd with a little dog, which followed the hairy goats, and wore cowboy in leather sandals and brown his hand was a staff, and on his head goat cap, and a bag of wine and behind cheese was associated with thick ropes and the land was rocky, reddish, and the sunset was tight, blue-purple-yellow, I remembered kozintsevskogo 'Don Quixote', Cherkasova with Tolubeevym and marveled at how beautifully filmed La Mancha under the Koktebel.
...Comrade brought me to the center of La Mancha, in the small town of Mota del Cuervo - all windows withdrawn playful openwork grilles in open courtyards flowers and linen, seemingly bluish - so it is clean; rarely will flash a black eye for the young beauty white curtain window - hence I decided to start the journey to 'Ruth Cervantes' - on the way Don Quixote. In Mota del Cuervo was empty, the tourist season is over, and the invisible sadness coming winter loneliness lying here at all: and machineless petrol station, a decorated both during fiesta, and in an empty restaurant hall 'Meissonier de Don Quixote', made with excellent taste and nezaiskivayuschim respect to the past, and even that greedy curiosity with which patrons tavern turned in my direction every new person is always an event that allows you to skip the extra pair of glasses tinto, and at the same time to solve a number of pressing global and local issues. ..